If we ever meet again "Look how I've grown" she said "But my heart isn't a measure of my head And better yet I've lost faith in what we said all over again Thanks for yesterday Your opinion is read but you know what to say" Oh I'm so out of place Oh I'm so sick out getting carried away And all my friends say They'll be at the funeral As I get carried away If we were to meet again I'd ask if my heart and my head could find an end Because I feel blessed with this mess of mine And I get dressed and take to the window to see all I have left behind Nothing is forever Nor alone nor time together Oh I'm so out of place Oh I'm so sick out getting carried away And all my friends say They'll be at the funeral As I get carried away I'm sorry Well I I'm so sorry Well I'm sorry and it goes on and on and on and on and on If we were to meet again "Look how I've grown" she said "But my heart isn't a measure of my head" Oh I'm so out of place Oh I'm so sick out getting carried away And all my friends say They'll be at the funeral As I get carried away